Psycho IV: The Beginning Page #2

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because, well, you've been there.

It's "Talk of the Town"...

KTK AM.

- KTK, can I help you?.

Oh, Ed! Hold on a second.

The pulse of Central California!

Great! Welcome back, Ed.

Thanks. - Want to tell us

about your mother?. How she...

drove you to become

what you became?.

No, it wasn't her fault.

She was the product of her time,

the age of sexual repression.

You make her sound

positively Victorian.

Did all this happen in this century?.

- You were saying, Ed...

That my mother wasn't totally bad.

- I guess nobody's mother is.

If your caller is so anxious

to give us some insight into

what makes boys kill their mothers...

- Right. Ed...

What we need to know is,

what she did to you.

Did she smother you in some way,

the way some of us mothers do?.

Not inordinately.

She just made me feel unsure.

I never knew what to expect.

She'd be sweet one moment,

and then suddenly turn... mean.

She was that way with my father too.

Of course, with him, she was also...

You know, frigid.

You sound very sympathetic, Ed.

You must've loved her a lot.

A boy's best friend is his mother.

What about your father?.

He died when I was six.

He was stung to death by bees.

They stung his eyes, his nostrils,

even the insides of his mouth.

I was worried about my mother,

seeing him lying in that box.

He looked so horrible,

they had to cover his face

with a silk handkerchief.

I felt awful sad, mainly

because of how my mother looked.

How she looked always decided

how I felt at any given moment.

And she looked so sorrowful,

all in black.

I was too shocked to laugh.

I mean, I was real ticklish,

but this time...

I couldn't help it,

I giggled out loud.

Show some respect for the dead!

As if it were my fault!

Connie called and asked me

to say they'll bring her the cake.

She said your line's been busy.

- Thank you, Mrs. Lane.

I didn't realize

it was your birthday, Norman.

I might have something for you.

That's alright. Please, don't bother.

- I don't mind being bothered.

Thank you, Mrs. Lane.

Let's get back to "Talk of the Town"

with Fran Ambrose.

Go ahead, caller. - It sounds like

I shouldn't tickle my kid,

or he'll grow up and kill me.

- Maybe we should stop here.

Don't let this guy go!

No, Ed, don't! How about telling me

some good things about your mother?.

Good things?.

She had the most beautiful hair.

She usually wore it all tight

and locked up like a schoolmarm.

But sometimes,

when we were alone...

Hair, hundreds of light-years long.

In the cosmic scheme of things,

I know little boys are small.

But some days they can be...

Some days, little boys can be...

giants.

That's beautiful... poetry.

This is Fran Ambrose,

on KTK, "Talk of the Town."

Tonight we're talking with a caller

who says he killed his mother.

Plus her boyfriend!

Did he abuse you too?.

No.

But she didn't need him.

He didn't make her life any better

than it was when all she had was...

me.

I was the man of the house.

She used to call me that.

I practically ran the motel

single-handedly by the time I was 15.

She depended on me.

Especially when she was scared.

She was scared to death

of thunder and lightning.

Norman, come over here!

No, not with those wet clothes!

Take them off!

Now hold me!

That night, I realized suddenly

that I was... I guess you could say

I had gotten

a little too big for my britches.

What's the matter with you?.

Norman?.

Norman!

What's wrong with you?. You sick?.

It's a wonder you don't have 101

exotic diseases, living in this mess!

Mother, go back to bed.

You'll catch a cold.

A lot you'd care!

Sometimes I think you loathe me.

I could never loathe you.

Why do you say that?.

Always running from me.

Just when I need you most.

On a night like...

What is this?.

You dirty little pig!

Take that right out to the garbage!

No! Go as you are!

Maybe the rain'll wash

some of the dirt out of your system.

Pig! Dirty pig!

Dirty whoremongering pig!

Some day, I'm going to wish

I'd been firmer with you.

I'd like to ask Ed

a question or two.

That all right with you, Ed?.

- Maybe.

Your mother's abuse...

You didn't mind it, so long as

it was just the two of you. Right?.

Bad as it was, it was okay,

perhaps even enjoyable,

until she brought home a boyfriend?.

Could it be

there was a little jealousy there, Ed?.

If the doctor's trying to turn this

into some kind of incest tragedy,

tell him to forget it, Fran.

- Forget it, Doc.

If it was that kind of thing,

would I have killed those other women?.

How many did you kill?.

Fran?.

- I'm here.

Lots of authorities think

my "problem" is a matter of genetics.

You mean, how parents treat you

doesn't influence what you become?.

Just about.

But you know better, don't you?.

One day I got home from school early.

I saw my mother going into a cabin.

I went in, and l...

peeped at her through a hole

that my father had made.

You peeped into the cabin and

watched your mother doing what?.

Losing her mind.

Did she ever catch you spying?.

God knows

what she would've done to me!

Her cruelty could come

straight from the heart.

The summer before I killed her

was the hottest summer in history.

My mother hated the heat.

It made her feel...

Iike a dog.

I made it with a few drops of vanilla,

just the way you like it.

I'm dying from this heat.

You'll wish you'd been nice to me.

Blot me

with some orange-flower water.

What should I use?.

- Your fingers.

Unless my skin disgusts you.

Does it?.

- No. Of course not. Don't be silly.

Then don't you be silly. Blot me!

Do my legs first.

Start at the ankles.

Find the pulse.

Careless child!

Spilling Mommy's orange-flower water!

Wicked boy!

- I'll buy you another bottle, honest!

Get off me!

You'll forget once and for all

about that filthy thing of yours!

You'll forget that you even have one.

Do you understand me, boy?.

There! That should help you forget.

See?. Look at yourself, boy!

Ha! Girl! Yes, girl!

Mama's little girl!

- No I'm not!

No, Mother, please!

Mother!

Please, Mother, don't leave me here!

Here, you'll need this.

You'll stay locked in there

until you accept that you're a girl.

You'll probably have to go wee-wee.

Squat over this.

That's all that thing is good for,

making wee-wee. Is that clear?.

Answer me! Is that clear, Norma?.

Please! Mother!

Don't leave me!

Please!

Please dear God,

don't let her leave me here.

Mother! Please! Mother!

No...

Please God, don't let her

leave me here! Please! Mother!

Ed, are you there?.

Ed, are you all right?.

Ed?.

I said yes.

- We didn't hear it.

I nodded.

We can't hear nods.

I'm sorry.

I'll be right back.

Tomorrow on the show:

"Right to life, or wrong."

Fran talks abortion

with Archbishop Anthony Taylor,

on KTK, "Talk of the Town."

Mike, listen to this!

Tell him what you just told me.

This guy "Ed"...

I've been putting 2 and 2 together:

the mother, the boyfriend,

the motel, the other killings...

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